"I had my musicke every day Harmonious lessons for to play; I had my virgins fair and free Continually to wait on mee. "But now, alas! my husband's dead, And all my friends are from me fled, 90 95 And fetching many a tender sigh, My heart was full, the tears did flowe. 100 The king, who had a huntinge gone, Turn'd on the sudden home againe : And when he reach'd his statelye tower, 105 Hearing one sing within his bower, He stopt to listen, and to see Who sung there so melodiouslìe. Thus heard he everye word I sed, 110 Then stepping in, Faire ladye, rise, 115 The which shall turne to thy availe. A crimson dye my face orespred, I blusht for shame, and hung my head, When as I thought I was alone. But to be briefe, his royall grace The richest gifts he proffered mee, Ah! no, my liege, I firmlye sayd, And though your grace hath won my heart, `I ne'er will act soe base a part. Faire ladye, pardon me, sayd hee, Thy virtue shall rewarded bee, And since it is soe fairly tryde Thou shalt become my royal bride. Then strait to end his amorous strife, He tooke sweet William to his wife. The like before was never seene, A serving-man became a queene. 120 125 130 135 XVIII. Gil Morrice. A SCOTTISH BALLAD. THE following piece hath run through two editions in Scotland: the second was printed at Glasgow in 1755, 8vo. Prefixed to them both is an advertisement, setting forth that the preservation of this poem was owing to “ a lady, who favoured the printers with a copy, as it was carefully collected from the mouths of old women and nurses;" and any reader that can render it more correct or complete," is desired to oblige the public with such improvements. In consequence of this advertisement, sixteen additional verses have been produced and handed about in manuscript, which are here inserted in their proper places: (these are from ver. 109 to ver. 121, and from ver. 124 to ver. 129, but are, perhaps, after all, only an ingenious interpolation). As this poem lays claim to a pretty high antiquity, we have assigned it a place among our early pieces: though, after all, there is reason to believe it has received very considerable modern improvements: for in the Editor's ancient MS. collection is a very old imperfect copy of the same ballad: wherein, though the leading features of the story are the same, yet the colouring here is so much improved and heightened, and so many additional strokes are thrown in, that it is evident the whole has undergone a revisal. N. B. The Editor's MS. instead of lord Barnard, has John Stewart; and instead of Gil Morrice, Child Maurice, which last is probably the original title. See above, p. 94. GIL Morrice was an erlès son, Nor zet his mickle pride; That livd on Carron side. Quhair sall I get a bonny boy, And ze maun rin my errand, Willie; And ze may rin wị' pride; Quhen other boys gae on their foot, 5 10 How can ze strive against the stream? Gi owre sic thochts, I walde ze rede, For fear ze should be tain. Haste, haste, I say, gae to the ha', Gae bid hir take this gay mantèl, 'Tis a' gowd bot the hem; Bid hir cum to the gude grene wode, And bring nane bot hir lain : And there it is, a silken sarke, Yes, I will gae zour black errand, In it ze sall find frost. The baron he is a man of might, V. 32 and 68, perhaps, 'bout the hem. 25 30 335 40 |